Chapter 1066 The Crazy March Hare

The primary school where Harry and Dudley are located holds an activity every year before the Easter holiday, allowing the children to paint the egg-shaped candy box with their favorite colors, or decorate it colorfully with various handmade materials, and then donate them to charity organize.

Adults often tell children vividly that Easter eggs are laid by rabbits, and put the eggs in churches, gardens and other places, and let children play egg hunting games.

It's entertainment for the grown-ups, not for the kids, especially the "joke" that the eggs are laid by rabbits, and one of Harry's classmates refuses to eat them because she has a pet rabbit.

It wasn't until she took part in the painting of Easter eggs that she believed that the eggs were actually laid by chickens.

Harry and Dudley had never participated in the egg hunt, and Aunt Petunia would never let Dudley touch the food that fell on the floor.

As for Dudley wanting candy, he didn't even have to beg, Petunia was ready.

Harry didn't get candy from Easter eggs for the first time since he got to Hogwarts, usually their eggs are the same size as Ron's, only in fourth grade because of the scribbled essay by Leta Kist , Hermione's egg was only the size of an egg, and for his comfort, Harry's egg was the size of a dragon's egg.

The easter egg that Draco Malfoy received is probably only as big as the egg under the Ukrainian iron sheet. Although he had reached an age where he had no interest in candy, Harry stuffed it into his cloth pocket unhappily and restored it to its original shape.

Draco Malfoy was so lucky to have elders to help him wherever he went, even the Headmaster of Hufflepuff became his godmother.

Carrying that cloth bag, he searched everywhere in the hospital for the platinum head in the green robe.

When he came to the atrium, a green light flashed in front of Harry's eyes, and he looked in that direction subconsciously. It turned out to be the light refracted by a green Easter egg at the reception.

As Easter is approaching, St. Mungo's reception is being decorated to make it look a bit festive. The Christmas decorations at each door have been taken down and replaced with bright flowers such as primroses.

"Harry!"

Molly saw him from afar and screamed out loud.

Harry realized that everyone else was turning their gazes to him because of her cry, subconsciously trying to hide, and then he calmly walked towards Molly.

"Where's Ron? Is he all right?"

"Calm down, Molly." Harry said calmly, "The bleeding has stopped, and his life is safe. Ron will be transferred to the injury department on the fourth floor this afternoon."

"Same ward as mine." Arthur said with a cheerful smile "What bit him?"

"A swamp digger."

"What was he doing in the swamp?" Molly asked.

Harry looked around.

"I see." Arthur put his arm around Molly's shoulders. "He's on a secret mission, isn't he?"

"Wait for me a moment," Harry said, and handed the bag to the reception, asking them to pass it on to Draco, but he blanked out the words "to my dear godson" to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding.

After returning to the ward on the second floor, Hermione, who was accompanying the bed, immediately stood up.

Molly gave her a cold look, then looked at Ron with concern, and Harry pulled Arthur to the window to talk in a low voice.

"We found a former death camp in the Death Swamp where Voldemort might have gotten rid of the missing Muggles."

"Merlin's beard." Arthur wiped his nose. "That place must be full of black magic."

"Now that place is controlled by Calvin, the director of the Auror office, and the aura master. We found a lot of things when we went there for the first time, but Calvin told me that nothing was found. Please tell Seamo that they investigate that place."

"Okay, I will, anything else?"

"I'm going back to the Ministry, and I'll leave this to you, Arthur."

"Don't worry, I will." Arthur Weasley patted Harry on the shoulder. "Good luck, Harry Potter."

"Hermione is also worried about Ron. He is her husband. Don't let Molly get out of control, Arthur." Harry said, staring at his "strict wife" father-in-law.

"I will." Arthur smiled, but said solemnly.

Harry then left St. Mungo's via the Floo Network.

But he didn't go directly to the Ministry of Magic, but went back home, after all, he couldn't go back in yesterday's clothes.

After coming out of the fireplace in the living room, he didn't see Ginny, just when he thought she was going out, he heard whispers passing James' room on the third floor.

"Mother loves you, and so does Daddy," said Ginny. "You'll grow up safe, James."

"Ginny?"

The red-haired woman sitting on the edge of the crib turned her head to look at Harry.

"You're back, how is Ron?"

"Arthur and Molly are with him, is Teddy here today?"

Ginny shook her head.

"Go and pick him up and An Duomi, it's safe here."

"What about you? Where are you going?"

"I have to go to the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon, and we still have operations tonight."

"There is still action? The newspaper didn't say so."

"Don't worry about what's written in the newspaper." Harry couldn't control his temper, and said angrily, "Just do as I tell you."

"I believe you, Harry, and I don't believe a single word written by Leta Kiester." Ginny put her hand gently on Harry's shoulder. Under great pressure, do you still want to continue to take action?"

"I will." Harry lowered his head and said stubbornly, "It's not the first time anyway."

"So, you want to know what she wrote?"

"Not now." Harry turned his head and left, but before he took two steps, Ginny grabbed his arm firmly.

"You want to fight alone again, don't you? Or do you want to avoid this problem?"

"I don't want to talk to anyone right now," said Harry, increasingly fidgety. "Could I just be quiet for a while."

"I know you have a lot of things to do, such as taking care of my brother, and saving the world, but I want you to know that you are not alone." Ginny let go of her hand, "Wait for Andromeda to come, Leave James in her care, and I'll go with you to the Ministry of Magic."

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked a little guilty.

"Remember the first time you were a Quidditch captain? You asked everyone to assemble, but no one listened to your order, and who told them to shut up in the end." Ginny raised her chin and challenged Harry. The eyebrows, the line of her jaw looked a lot like Fred's at the moment from Harry's point of view.

"Can you go and see Hermione?" said Harry, laughing. "Molly is very anxious right now, and Arthur, you know..."

"A good husband who listens to his wife very much." Ginny shook her head. "I will go after your problem is solved."

"I have a question, Ginny."

"What?" she asked.

"Is it true that all brothers and sisters, after leaving their parents' home, their relationship is different from before?"

"Are you asking that because we don't care about Ron?"

"I have no brothers or sisters. If James has a brother or sister one day, I can be a reference."

Ginny's eyes widened. "Is that what you're thinking now? Harry Potter? Getting me pregnant again?"

"What? No!" Harry wailed. "What were you thinking?"

"You said that. James will have younger brothers and sisters in the future."

With his hands up, Harry ran around Ginny like he was avoiding a sphinx.

There was one thing Harry didn't dare say for fear of offending his wife.

Pure-blood nobles despised the Weasleys for their poverty but also envied their ability to be as productive as rabbits.

James Sirius Potter would surely have younger brothers and sisters, and soon the old Black house would be full again, and Sirius would be delighted by it.

"God keep you at peace, happy Hippogriff." Harry unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, imitating Sirius and singing at the top of his voice.

As a result, he sang and woke James up. The crying of the baby and the complaining of the woman sounded together. The culprit immediately quickened his pace and ran away like a rabbit seeing an eagle.